Sometimes it takes five months for you to let the atmosphere settle down, and for you to find the exact words to tell the world exactly what you have been doing and who you have been becoming.
Sometimes quiet, sanctuary, secreted in his arms and ignoring phone calls, standing firmly on boundaries and protecting your peace sounds better than volunteering pieces of yourself everywhere and to everyone.
Sometimes you have to grieve gracefully, be selfish with your serenity and just lay low until it is time to be seen.
September is the best time to resurface.
I have been working, and reevaluating. Now I am stepping into a season of confirmation. Confirming my identity in this world. Confirming my place. Confirming my power. Confirming that there is still space for me.
This is an ode to taking enough time for yourself to remember who you are and acknowledging that she is not exactly the same person she used to be. Who she is now has learned and lived and leveled up.
September is just the beginning.
Author F. Renee Hamilton 